The Second Destination

After spending the night with a feeling I couldn't possibly put into words,

I quietly spoke as I gazed at the morning sunlight streaming in through the window.

“Should I die.”

What on earth had possessed me.

Whenever I recalled what I had looked like last night, half out of my mind and rubbing my hips against the edge of the table with my crotch pressed against it,

“I really want to die….”

I was so pathetic that I couldn't even face myself.

“Sigh.”

To think I had done that while imagining a man rubbing my belly.

At this rate, I'm just a female…...